On the flight back from Detroit to Portland, Gan Guoyang sat in his own seat devouring food, swallowing twelve hamburgers, three bowls of noodles, and a whole roast chicken.
The energy depletion from scoring 50 points in a single Finals game was tremendous, although his efficiency was already high, he still had to take a large number of shots and give his all on defense.
Mentally, he had slaughtered and devoured the Detroit Pistons, and physically, he was truly starving and needed to replenish his energy.
Bobby Beelman sat next to Gan Guoyang, watching his proud disciple wolf down food with caring eyes.
"Slow down, Sonny, don't choke."
Gan Guoyang slightly slowed down, drank a large glass of water, and took a long breath.
"Don't worry, Bobby, even if I eat myself sick, I will still help you win your first championship as a head coach."
"What are you thinking, Sonny? That's not what I mean, I care about you."
